I have been let down by so many of my idols throughout my life. I first learned celebrities weren’t perfect when Boy George, who embarrassingly became my first pop idol, was arrested for heroin use. I was even more let down when Michael Jackson, the self-proclaimed King of Pop, allegedly turned into the King of Poop, but paid his way out of it. By the time Whitney Houston became a crack addict, I pretty much grew immune to the fallen idol syndrome. I also believed you, one of my idols since the mid-eighties, would never let me down. Within the past couple of years, you’ve proven me wrong.
I know you want me to refer to you as God, since everything you do these days seems done for the sole purpose of promoting yourself as the Messiah, but I think you need to slow down. Earlier this year, you opened The Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy for Girls in Africa. I admit it was a good thing, but if your motives for opening this school were truly altruistic, then how come I had to see your face on every single magazine and television special advertising it? A true philanthropist doesn’t need to constantly brag about the good deeds he or she is doing.
You see, Oprah, if you are going to make such a big deal about your school, you need to pay attention to it after the ratings sweeps. Hearing your tearful apology when finding out that your school is nothing more than a playground for sexual misconduct was just about as believable as your pathetic frying of James Frey, the author of A Million Little Pieces. I truly believe you were hoping the information about the sexual misconduct wouldn’t come out.
I used to think you stood for the common people. Your show about the Los Angeles riots in 1992 was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen on television. Lately, however, you seemed to have lost your touch. You can speak out against poverty all you want while sitting on that golden toilet, but exploiting poverty for the sake of exploitation doesn’t help the problem.